The “Why”

I still don’t know why I paint.  I don’t know the source of the drive. I know I travel a well worn path. I think it’s just the way I pray. 

“Learn to talk about your art. “ I was told. But I don’t feel like it’s my hand that moved the brush. How can I explain or describe a mechanism that we haven’t invented words for? 

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